That’s right. I’m all about some danger. Danger, shamanger.

Bring it on, Danger.

So when The BF and I had our Hocking Hills weekend, I was all about this hike. Particularly interested in not staying on designated trails. Hey, I did say Danger was my middle name.

I had grand visions of me gracefully jumping across big boulders, falling effortlessly into The BF’s arms … of narrowly escaping death, while not smudging my lipstick … of maybe crossing a raging river … you get the idea.

But who am I fooling? My idea of danger is going slightly off the beaten path. I’m never up for doing anything stupidly foolish — those sorts of things, I feel, are just asking for trouble.

And no Taurus is keen on that.